The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

Chapter 179: Remarry

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Remarry

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Outside the Sunnydale Hotel, it was bustling with excitement, with reporters packed outside the red rope barrier, making it look like a celebrity red carpet event.

As various big shots arrived, the atmosphere reached its climax.

In a room inside the hotel, Molly Walker sat down, surrounded by other members of the Thompson family.

Daniel Thompson stood in the middle, repeatedly instructing, “The Norman family is one of the top families in Capital City. Ivy, when you meet Jeremy Norman’s family, be polite and courteous.”

In Daniel’s heart, he had already accepted Jeremy as his future son-in-law.

Jeremy was a good-looking man with good character and a solid family background, and the marriage between the Thompson and Norman family was well-matched.

Hearing Daniel’s words, Molly’s facial expression remained unchanged: “Jeremy is just my friend.”

“What friend?!” Daniel’s face immediately turned cold, “You are still carrying someone else’s baby in your belly, Jeremy liking you is your fortune, don’t be ungrateful in the midst of happiness.”

“In the future, when you have a baby, I don’t see who else will want you.”

Daniel’s words were cold and strict. As soon as his voice fell, he was slapped on the side by Amanda Leaford: “What nonsense is this old man spouting? Can’t we still raise Ivy without marrying her off?”

Daniel’s breath hitched, his lips moved, and stammered: “I just think Jeremy is a good kid… ‘

Amanda glared at him: “That depends on whether Ivy likes him. If I hadn’t liked you back then, do you think I would have chosen you?”

Daniel simply closed his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Gillian Thompson, sitting in the corner, clenched her fingers and her face was full of jealousy.

Because of Violet Summers’ help, the Thompson family didn’t send her back to the old house, but since then, no matter how much she tried to please them, the Thompson family treated her as if she was invisible.

At events like this banquet, she could appear but was only a facade outwardly. In internal discussions, she was never allowed to participate.

And thinking of Molly becoming a favorite in the Norman Group, Gillian felt her eyes reddening with jealousy.

This meant she was more closely bound to Jeremy Norman.

Thinking of that polite, handsome man, Gillian’s heart raced, her eyes turning redder and redder until she turned her head, controlling the wheelchair and sliding outside.

Her appearance was very eye-catching, and the socialites who were chatting outside consciously ignored her as they saw her approaching.

In the past, she was the most popular one, and these people would flock to her as soon as she appeared. And now, she sat alone in a wheelchair, not fitting in with others.

Thinking of this, Gillian clenched her palms fiercely, and a chill rose from her heart.

At this moment, a man walked in from outside, and all the women’s gaze went towards him.

The man had a tall figure, refined facial features, and an outstanding temperament, like a figure walking out of a celebrity crowd.

“Mr. Gallagher!”

Some girls cried out softly.

It was Michael Gallagher. When he entered the crowd, he immediately became the most eye-catching person.

Seeing Michael Gallagher, Gillian’s heart stirred slightly.

Michael Gallagher still didn’t know who the father of Molly’s baby was. If he knew that the child in her belly was his, would he forcefully remarry her?

As far as she knew, Molly had no intention of remarrying.

Gillian’s mind raced, and she manipulated the wheelchair to head towards Michael Gallagher.

“Mr. Gallagher,” Gillian forcefully squeezed her way to his side and whispered, “I don’t know if you have time to chat for a bit. I have a secret to tell you.”

As her voice fell, the surrounding commotion died down.

Secret, what secret?

The onlookers pricked up their ears.

Michael Gallagher looked at Gillian, his eyes dangerously narrowed.

Although Daniel Thompson had tried his best to suppress the Thompson family’s affairs, there were no secrets in the world. Everyone, whether they should know or not, was aware of them.

“No time.”

Without even looking at Gillian, he scanned the surroundings, his eyes searching for someone’s figure.

Gillian Thompson, who was ignored, hesitated for a moment before laughing and saying, “Don’t you want to know about Molly Walker’s baby as well?”

Michael Gallagher’s footsteps came to a halt.

In a small corner of the hotel.

Michael Gallagher and Gillian Thompson sat facing each other, Michael leaning against a leather sofa, wearing a solid color suit and a gray shirt, his simple sitting posture already attracting attention.

He was refined, elegant, poised, and confident, embodying the perfection of his persona.

It was hard to imagine that Ivy Thompson had married this man and lived a luxurious life while she had nothing, even carrying his child.

Some people are just born lucky, and Ivy Thompson was one of them. “Mr. Gallagher, if the child in Molly’s stomach is yours, would you remarry

As soon as Gillian Thompson spoke, the atmosphere became tense.

“What do you mean?” Michael Gallagher tapped his slender fingers on the armrest of the sofa, a hint of caution in his eyes.

Since the message from the “W” organization would not be wrong, what did Gillian Thompson mean?

Seeing that Michael Gallagher did not intend to answer, Gillian Thompson laughed and taunted, “The child in her stomach is yours.”

Michael’s face remained calm, but his heart was filled with tumultuous waves, wave after wave crashing against his rationality.

“Where is the evidence?” He asked hoarsely, his eyes cold as an ice cellar. “You and she have never been on good terms. What’s the advantage for you to tell me this?”

“I like Jeremy Norman.” Gillian Thompson’s voice was light and airy, a hint of viciousness in her eyes. “I don’t want to see their families united by marriage, nor do I want to see the man I like marrying someone I don’t like.”

“If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have told you about it.”

“The whole Thompson family is keeping this secret from you, especially Molly. She doesn’t want you to know about the child. She wants to raise it by herself.” Gillian Thompson’s words pierced his body like needles.

Hearing that the child was his, he no longer rejoiced as before. But when he heard Molly wanted to raise the baby herself, his heart felt as if it was being strangled by a steel wire, struggling for breath.

She never thought about being with him, let alone remarrying him.

She was determined to escape him, avoiding him like the plague.

“Mr. Gallagher, if you like her, you can try to chase her. Remarriage is not impossible.”

Gillian Thompson curved her lips and smiled, summoning the courage to advise him.

Although she didn’t like Ivy Thompson marrying into any wealthy family, it would be better if she married Michael Gallagher instead of Jeremy Norman.

Jeremy Norman was determined to be a father. If she couldn’t stop him, she would have to rely on someone else to do so.

Gillian Thompson curved her lips and smiled, her plot unfolding in her heart.

“Your words alone are not enough. Why should I believe you?” Michael Gallagher sneered, “And I thought it was something important, but it turns out to be just this.”

He stood up, his face cold, but the tremble in his hands betrayed his emotions.

Following the absurd actions of Violet Summers, he began to doubt the authenticity of the information from the “W” organization.

Even though he knew that Molly wanted to escape from him, the thought that she was carrying his child made him feel empathetic and understanding.

He staggered forward, his soul seemingly drained.

At this moment, a small argument brought him back to his senses.

It was Jeremy Norman and his mother.

“I don’t agree with Ivy Thompson being pregnant with someone else’s child unless she aborts the child,” said Jeremy’s mother.

“Mom, I like her as a person. Aborting the child would hurt her a lot. I can love her and her child as if it was my own.”

Loving the house and the crows on it!

Jeremy Norman’s mother covered her chest in surprise and angrily said, “You casually say such big words, do you know whose child is in her stomach?”

“I know.” Jeremy Norman’s tone was flat, as if discussing a mundane matter.

“It’s Michael Gallagher’s..”

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